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Chapter 270 Xiang Ning's Shot (1 More)

The shocking scene just now was still staged in the horrified eyes of the monks. With the fall of the eighteen hammers, the battle announced the end in the blink of an eye. Before everyone could see clearly what was going on, Xuan Ye directly smashed into the bottomless Lingxiu pit, bursting out bursts of smoke and dust.

Lu Chen held the hammer in one hand, standing proudly, Lu Ye's eyes were disdainful, and even more excited expressions were revealed.

Haokong's eighteen fights were finally completed in the battle with Xuan Ye. These eighteen hammers did not consume too much mana true energy, which was far more powerful than when he was in Nanxiang Valley.

From then on, Lu Chen also understood that the four-fold speed of the Earth Demon Realm can make the Haokong Hammer more powerful and take action faster.

The wind blew by, rolling the thick smoke and dust out of Lingxiu Mountain, and the scene instantly fell into a dead silence.

The monks watched the monks swallowed their saliva and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. The people in the sky were arrogant and the deep pit on the ground was shocking, and a faint breath came out from the pit. Everyone was sure that Xuan Ye was seriously injured after this battle.

Lu Chen was not surprised. He just looked at the deep pit below coldly and suddenly found that a pagoda was emitting a misty glow.

At this time, Cao Yu was shocked when he saw this, and rushed over quickly and rushed into the pit. After a moment, he carried a Xuanye that had been exhausted.

Lu Chen reached out and summoned Xuanye's Golden Crow Tower obediently landed in his palm. The golden light of the Golden Crow Tower was still there, but it was extremely weak. It was obviously tied by the injury of the master and no longer had the ability to exert its power just now.

Cao Yu paused, and looked at Lu Chen in disbelief with Xuan Ye, who had no breath on his back.

Now, he didn't dare to get close to this mysterious boy with terrifying strength. Not to mention him, even Xiang Ning stood up from the seat and looked at the boy who had made his birthday party mess with his own strength, but had left the two elders inside and outside the palace masters helpless.

Playing with the Golden Crow Tower, Lu Chen's eyes finally fell on Xiang Ning. Looking at the blue croaker below, Lu Chen chuckled and said, "President Xiang, are you angry? Tsk tsk~ Want to do it? Don't worry, Lu hasn't had enough fun yet. Wait for a moment, and my people will give you the second big gift today soon."

"His person?"

The monks heard about it. At this moment, Elder Xuanfeng and even the elders of various sects present were slightly moved. For a moment, everyone was busy and checked the sudden ignition of the sound transmission notes on their bodies. When they saw the news from the eight cities of the prehistoric world, they all felt cold sweat.

"Master~"

Xiang Ning was frowning, and Xuan Feng trembled and said, "Two Yunluan beasts suddenly appeared in Guiyuan City. Now they have broken through the guard hall of Guiyuan City. One or two of Guiyuan disciples survived, and the You are dead. And~, and~"

"And what? Say~" Xiang Ning said in a hatred. He had guessed that nothing good was wrong.

Xuan Feng glanced at Lu Chen who was swearing, wiped the cold sweat on his head and said, "The treasures in Guiyuan City have been dug out, and all the things in the warehouse have been captured by the monks gathered in Guiyuan City over the past six months, and even Guiyuan City has been burned by a fire."

"What?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiang Ning was shocked. Even the monks watching also widened their eyes and looked at the terrifying boy in the air.

"It's like a devil. Did Guiyuan Sect commit any evil in its eighth lifetime? How could it offend such a person?"

"Nanxiang Valley, Guiyuan Sect's ore vein; Guiyuan Sect, a huge treasure house with treasure reserves that are the highest in Dongzhou; within one day, there is nothing left."

"Bang~"

“Ah~”

Just as he thought of this, a muffled sound suddenly exploded in Lu Chen's palm, and then Xuanye, who was already unconscious on Cao Yu's back, suddenly woke up. He said he was awakened, but in fact he screamed in grief. He saw blood flowing out of his seven orifices, and a trace of clearly visible golden magic power breath reached the expression of his skin, and he scattered wildly.

This is a sign of a lack of magic power, indicating that Xuanye's life breath is passing in the direction of death.

The shocking change just now had not brought everyone to their senses. Xuan Ye shouted at the top of his throat and immediately attracted everyone's attention. When everyone saw Xuan Ye's crazy appearance, they immediately remembered that his natal magic weapon was still in Lu Chen's hands.

Look back~

Everyone was shocked ~

The golden crow tower in Lu Chen's hand was now dimly lit, without a trace of spiritual energy overflowing, and it was obviously wiped out the soul of the weapon.

When the soul of the magic weapon disappears, the monk is as if he has lost his soul. In addition to the body of the magic weapon still exists, if he wants to repair it, he can only use the power of the fertility for a long time to be nurtured. This time can be as long as decades, and at most hundreds or hundreds of years.

"Oh~" The lay Buddhist Minshan, who is quite familiar with refining weapons, sighed secretly and murmured: "Xuanye is considered useless."

The sigh of lingering may not be as good as there are too many pity mixed in it. There are too many ingredients, and some sad feelings in Minshan Mountain are not strong, but it seems to have also transitioned Xuanye's fate to himself.

Xuan Ye's fall is a mistake from Guiyuan Sect, but it also has his own responsibility. If he hadn't been too arrogant and despised Lu Chen, he might have not been defeated so miserably just now.

This lesson told Minshan, no, all the monks present were also telling Xiang Ning, who was above the top, that some people should not offend, and even if they offend, they would be wiped out.

If Lu Chen really escapes today, there is no need to spend more than ten years. In another ten years, you can't imagine what it will become.

The low and lonely sigh slowly disappeared in the sad cry.

Xiang Ning could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. Yunlu gently tapped the ground and floated slowly. He reached out and tapped several magic seals on Xuanye's body one after another. The six masters of this technique were naturally familiar with: to lock the meridians and lock the veins, and to ensure that Xuanye still had a breath. You don't have to think about how to treat it. As for the practice of Xuanye to restore it to its original skill, it is probably impossible in this life.

After temporarily saving Xuan Ye's life, Xiang Ning's face suddenly became cold, and halos appeared under his feet, as if he was stepping on the invisible waves of light slowly surging.

It was not fast, but it approached Lu Chen very slowly. As the process of the two people getting closer was shorter, Xiang Ning's momentum reached its peak.

The six masters all pulled up and stepped back more than ten feet, and landed steadily on the several black cloud locks.

Seeing that the heads of the six major immortal sects were all heavy, and the people from the second and third-rate sects dared not be arrogant and stayed around Lingxiu Peak.

The figures were floating, and thousands of people were rushing to face the four major peaks around Lingxiu Peak, Lingjue, Nanwu and Beiyou. They hurriedly landed in a hurry, waiting for the battle that was about to begin in the next moment.

Lin Mo'er was still struggling, and Huiguang's eyes seemed to have accumulated an impulse for a long time. Now Xiu's fist is clenched, and her palms are covered with sweat.

A painful choice is taking place between saving or not.

Save! It means from then on, the secret battle between the Immortal Alliance and Guiyuan Sect will be put on the table.

Not to save it! It’s a pity that a good seedling will die.

Since the war, Lu Chen's strength has been fully revealed. Even though famous giants from all walks of life in Dongzhou have seen Lu Chen's extraordinary strength, when facing Xiang Ning, he will still not suppress his chances of winning against a young man who has only practiced for more than twenty years.

Xiang Ning is different from Xuanye, and the two are like heaven and earth.

At this moment, when Xiang Ning approached Lu Chen (6), the aura that obviously suppressed Xuanye was constantly weakening.

Finally, the two were only ten meters away, and this distance was nothing for both masters of the Golden Pill stage.

Xiang Ning stopped in the air, his snow-white robe moved without wind, and the aura of a strong man slowly rolled up a swelling murderous aura under the surge of magic power.

Affected by this murderous aura, the top of the Lingxiu Peak in Cangxiang suddenly buzzed and swayed. The bottomless deep pit made a roaring buzz like a wild beast. Fragments of large and small floated out of thin air, as if affected by the earth's energy and lost the protection of gravity.

The entire space emitted rippling light patterns, driving the wind and igniting the power of the sky. White clouds quickly gathered above Xiang Ning's head. His pair of brilliant eyes also turned into the white of Senluo, and there was a phantom giant sword above his head slowly condensed.

"The Strategy of Returning to the Heart of Ten Thousand Swords."

"Swish~"

"Puff~"

The six masters and Lin Mo'er from the Immortal Alliance exclaimed in surprise. At the same time, the Phantom Giant Sword suddenly flew out and hit Lu Chen's chest hard.

Lu Chen was shocked and had no time to dodge. He was hit by a giant sword, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled out, and his body was thrown away from afar.
Chapter completed!
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